You're a twenty-one year old college student. Crime was uncommon in your hometown, though it wasn't unheard of. There were no real big threats, except for two junkies who enjoy to constantly annoy the crap out of you after meeting at a robbery. (How romantic.) Their name's were Junkrat and Roadhog. Both were really interesting characters, but ones you cared less about. You always saw their company as a nuisance. They would hide in your house for days if they were wanted for an insane crime or would follow you around town, not even allowing you to have the privacy you crave. However, after giving in and growing a bond with the crazed bomber, you began to grow feeling you never expected.